Chapter 1 - Brainschism.
Submitted June 18, 2008 Updated July 12, 2008 Status Incomplete | Catchy isn't it? ^^
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Chapter 1 - Brainschism.
Chapter 1 - Brainschism.
Turning into a dried-up battery,
low on fuel I think of you.
Makes me sick,
seeing you.
make my stomach turn,
thoughts of earlier.
Tear,
‘till I bleed.
Tears,
‘till it all turns wet.
Burst,
flames burned.
Burst,
imploded myself,
too fast.
Decisions,
choices!
Choose!
Rejected!
Approve!
Do the same thing,
feel the same.
Feel the bass,
sing along,
forget earth.
Problem!
Concentrate!
No!
Thoughts astray,
feet crawling,
over and under.
Run!
If I could,
I should.
Don’t stop,
continue to keep my head.
In one fracking line.
Stare into the lamp.
Gaze and behold!
Fail.
Justice in life,
cyanide for chemical joy.
Think about that one,
running low on white.
Need more to write.
Bite the input,
calm down.
Chin up,
more then this.
Way more then this.
High pitched,
calm me down.
Searching for the white!
Got it,
spit it out.
Sentence this in one line, too cruel, to me.
For this is me.
Line-up of depression.
Did I write that?!
Lost my input.
Gained my input.
Put it out,
of my mind.
Smile, smite, crack it up.
Fill me in, ‘till you’re over it.
It is the edge!
Crossing, manipulate,
the border.
The fracking line,
bite it.
Swallow my happy thoughts.
Find!
Disorder,
stop my dysfunction.
Next track,
join to be high.
Teddybear,
hug this!
I got no arms,
no feeling.
Whatsoever!
Sing along again.
High-pitched!
Searching for the words.
Wear me out!
Like a brick it sank,
right down, hitting the soil.
In the day it lays,
my euphoria,
paradise!
Still my feet crawl,
the bones hurt.
Veins!
Give me my blood,
work it through.
Skyline over, done, look, view.
S.
Just a word, containing one letter,
S.
Figure it out!
God, I need to stop,
sleep and rest.
Rest it all.
Forget it for the night,
I fracking did it!
I am the source.
Can I cope it?
Coping so damn much,
is this it for you?
Confused, run low.
Piano,
calming down.
Speak voice,
think it through.
The pointing,
it hurts.
I overdone it,
all along.
Pick me!
Source.
Seek.
Discover it was me.
Sleep now,
please,
stop the writing.
Worse or bad,
going for improvement.
Sick jokes.
Brainschism!
A seventh end,
made that up.
You make it up!
low on fuel I think of you.
Makes me sick,
seeing you.
make my stomach turn,
thoughts of earlier.
Tear,
‘till I bleed.
Tears,
‘till it all turns wet.
Burst,
flames burned.
Burst,
imploded myself,
too fast.
Decisions,
choices!
Choose!
Rejected!
Approve!
Do the same thing,
feel the same.
Feel the bass,
sing along,
forget earth.
Problem!
Concentrate!
No!
Thoughts astray,
feet crawling,
over and under.
Run!
If I could,
I should.
Don’t stop,
continue to keep my head.
In one fracking line.
Stare into the lamp.
Gaze and behold!
Fail.
Justice in life,
cyanide for chemical joy.
Think about that one,
running low on white.
Need more to write.
Bite the input,
calm down.
Chin up,
more then this.
Way more then this.
High pitched,
calm me down.
Searching for the white!
Got it,
spit it out.
Sentence this in one line, too cruel, to me.
For this is me.
Line-up of depression.
Did I write that?!
Lost my input.
Gained my input.
Put it out,
of my mind.
Smile, smite, crack it up.
Fill me in, ‘till you’re over it.
It is the edge!
Crossing, manipulate,
the border.
The fracking line,
bite it.
Swallow my happy thoughts.
Find!
Disorder,
stop my dysfunction.
Next track,
join to be high.
Teddybear,
hug this!
I got no arms,
no feeling.
Whatsoever!
Sing along again.
High-pitched!
Searching for the words.
Wear me out!
Like a brick it sank,
right down, hitting the soil.
In the day it lays,
my euphoria,
paradise!
Still my feet crawl,
the bones hurt.
Veins!
Give me my blood,
work it through.
Skyline over, done, look, view.
S.
Just a word, containing one letter,
S.
Figure it out!
God, I need to stop,
sleep and rest.
Rest it all.
Forget it for the night,
I fracking did it!
I am the source.
Can I cope it?
Coping so damn much,
is this it for you?
Confused, run low.
Piano,
calming down.
Speak voice,
think it through.
The pointing,
it hurts.
I overdone it,
all along.
Pick me!
Source.
Seek.
Discover it was me.
Sleep now,
please,
stop the writing.
Worse or bad,
going for improvement.
Sick jokes.
Brainschism!
A seventh end,
made that up.
You make it up!
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